Take your shoes off, sweat away the battles and just meet yourself where you’re at.
I’ll drink wine as if it were water, and plonk handfuls of ice in every glass.
The sound of the ice will make me think of the lovely word “clink.” I’ll definitely swim and dry off on a warm towel.
While I’m face down, swaddled in warmth, I’ll shut my eyes and dare to picture something I really want.
I’ll need a steamy bowl of pasta that’s chock-full of seasonal produce and asks nothing of me.
Persons:
I’m, ”, I’ll